I wrap my arms around her, need her close, need this contact after hours of violence and death. She melts against me, head tilting back onto my shoulder.
"What now?"
"Right now." My hands slide up her sides, cup her soft, sensitive breasts. "The Armenians are destroyed. Anyone left will spread the message. No one touches what's mine."
"What's yours." She repeats it quietly.
"Yes. You and Mila both. Mine to protect. Mine to keep safe. Mine."
She shivers despite the hot water.
I grin. “Are you afraid of belonging to me, little mouse?”
"I should be."
"Are you? Does it scare you?”
"No." Her hand covers mine, where it rests on her ribs. "It doesn’t."
I turn her in the water, need to see her face. She straddles me easily, knees bracing on either side of my hips, and suddenly we're eye to eye.
"I need you." I find myself saying. "Need to feel you. Need to be inside you."
"Then take me." Her hands cup my face. "I'm right here."
I lift her slightly, position her, and she sinks down slowly onto my cock.
The sensation steals my breath. Hot water, her body wrapped around mine, the way she gasps and clenches as I fill her completely.
"Fuck." I grip her hips, hold her in place. "Don't move yet. Just... let me feel this."
She stays still, trembling slightly, and I memorize this moment. The weight of Valerie on my lap. The heat of the water. The smell of lavender and arousal. The tightness of her walls against my hardness. The way she looks at me—no fear, no hesitation, just want, despite.
Then she starts moving.
Slow. Rolling her hips in lazy circles that make my vision blur. Not frantic or desperate like before. Just steady, deep, taking her time.
I let her set the pace. Watch her face as she rides me, savouring every expression. The way her lips part when I hit deep. The flush spreading across her chest. How her eyes go unfocused when pleasure builds.
She’s going to fucking kill me. This woman.
"Lev—" My name sounds like a prayer.
"I've got you,Milaya."My hands slide up her back, tangle in her wet hair. "I've got you."
She leans forward, kisses me while still moving, and the intimacy of it cracks something open in my chest. This isn't just fucking. This is something else. Something I don't have words for.
Her rhythm changes. Faster now, chasing release, and I help her. One hand between us, finding her clit, circling it the way I've learned she likes.
"Come for me," I murmur against her mouth. "Let me feel you clench around me."
She does. Milking my cock so hard I’m groaning in pleasure, fingers gripping the soft flesh of her hips as she gasps my name, nails digging into my shoulders as her orgasm rocks over her body in waves.
I follow immediately after. Bury myself deep and come harder than I have any right to, her name torn from my throat.
I mildly notice water sloshing everywhere.
Afterward, she collapses against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I hold her while the water cools, running my hands over her back, her hair, unable to stop touching her.